It occured to her that pleasure, no matter how deep, was a ghostly, ephemeral thing. Love might make the world go round, but she was convinced it ws the cries of the badly wounded andf deeply afflicted which spun the universe on the great glass pole of it's axis.
If I put my mind to something, it happens. I do know that's not necessarily psychic. But I always feel like there's something around me protecting me.